I stifle a moan. Their musky, intoxicating scent invades my senses with every labored breath. For a moment, I think that’s all they’re going to do, tease me just enough to keep me turned on.
Then, they both reach down, caressing my thighs under the table. One rough, calloused hand, the other smooth and tender.
I gasp.
“Easy there, Sweetheart.” This time it’s Breckin who whispers the words before kissing my neck again.
I bite my bottom lip, trying to stay as quiet as I can. As they continue to kiss my neck, their hands swirl around my thighs in large and small circles, touching every inch of exposed skin.
Tingles radiate up my legs. Like a slow stream of lava pouring down my body, my skin heats past boiling. Every touch sends a new wave of fire cascading down my spine before culminating in my core.
They inch under my dress.
I moan.
“Careful,” Brendan whispers.
An older gentleman at a table not fifteen feet away turns our way. They both lean up from kissing me, yet their fingers keep moving.
I force a neutral expression.
The waitress bobs in front of our table. Her blond ponytail sways as she places a glass in front of each of us. “Do you know what you’d like to eat?”
They don’t stop. Instead, their fingers trace higher, hidden by the long tablecloth.
I bite my bottom lip, struggling to keep a straight face as the server waits. As I glance down at the menu, Brendan’s rough hand travels even higher. My vision blurs. My heart is racing so fast, I’m sure she can see it. I place my hand over his to stop him, but he wiggles out of my grasp and continues higher.
“I’ll have, um . ..” His finger slides up my folds. I tense, biting my bottom lip as I stare straight down at the table. “Um . . . The bacon cheeseburger with sweet potato fries.” I read the first item on the menu, my muscles so tight I think I might explode.
Brendan chuckles beside me. “I’ll have the same thing.”
“Make that three,” Breckin adds, trailing his fingertips up my thigh.
“That's easy enough.” She smiles before sashaying over to the next table.
“Asshole.” I mutter once she’s out of hearing range.
“We can play there, too if that’s what you really want.” He runs his fingers through my slick folds again, then down my crack.
I shiver, barely holding in the sounds building at the back of my throat. “Brendan.”
“Yes, Little Girl?” He circles his finger around my clit.
“Please.” My voice cracks as I hold back my moans.
Breckin trails his hand higher, just inches away from his brother’s. “Do you want us to stop?” He slides a finger through my folds.
I shake. My back arches. All of my muscles tense. “Oh, god.”
“That doesn’t answer his question, Little Girl. Do you want us to keep going?” He increases his pressure and speed.
Breckin adds a second finger, moving at the same pace.
It’s too much and not nearly enough. My body climbs higher, that perfect ball of tension forming in the pit of my stomach. “Y-yes.”
“You have to stay quiet.”
Biting my lip, I nod.